I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearsome land
I've got a home in that yonder city good Lord
And it's not not made by hand
SOLO
I've got a mother sister and a brother
Who have gone this way before
I am determined to go and see them good Lord
Over on that other shore
SOLO
I going down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my wearsome soul
If I can just touch the hem of his garmet good Lord
Then I know he'd take me home
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearsome land
I've got a home in that yonder city good Lord
And it's not not made by hand
From The Byrds "Sweethearts of the Rodeo"